She went into her bedroom and sat at her little vanity table and combed her wet hair through. She took a smaller towel and towel dried it. Then she pu... on dark black eyeliner, foundation and red lipstick. She looked at herself in the mirror and wondered why her husband had rejected her. Other men still found her attractive and she herself thought she still looked pretty good. Why didn't he want her anymore? This thought plagued her every day.She walked to the closet and found a long green. ‘I love it!’ she shrieked excitedly. ‘It’s so cute!’ ‘Yeah, it’s quaint,’ Ante admitted, but then added, ‘It does need work though.’ His eyes narrowed as he noticed how run down the outside of the structure had become. The wood was weather-beaten and old, giving it a rustic look. And the vines—they had grown in abundance, covering some of the frame in a dark green mass. The interior was in better shape, and he was thankful he’d at least kept it that way. It was cozy, filled with warm memories. She screamed through her gag. Out of anger, fear, humiliation, or pleasure? Who knows? But she wasn’t done cumming. Even though she felt so many mixed emotions, her body was focused on one thing only… pleasure.Tyrone pulled the dog off her. He tied the dog to the bed rail for a moment while he slapped Emma with that same smirk. “I told you,” He said in a low, growling voice, “I wouldn’t be merciful. Now you’re going to see why.”He undid her ankle ties and wrist ties only to flip her over on the. Gently she touched his arm, motioning him to sit. The player in the back had to be turned on, and Ray would consider 3 dances a max of 15 minutes so she needed to hustle. She clicked on the music, a song called ‘Wild Horses’ and one of her favorites to dance to, came on. She started swaying with her eyes closed, still trying to place him in her mind, when suddenly he touched her hand and said, ‘Emily, look at me’. That did it. She had to bite, ‘Where do I know you from honey?’ not concerned.